Prompt: Which person of your OTP hogs the covers? Which one won't stay on his/her side of the bed?
John sighed and wrote off tonight as another test of patience. Joss had taken most of the covers again and he was tired of the tug of war for the comforter on one of the coldest nights of the winter.
He stared at the white ceiling of her bedroom and waited. He was cold and he fought off another shiver. Wait for it... wait for it... he thought. A few moments later, Joss rolled over to his side of the bed. A jasmine scented ball of bed linens curled against him with a sleepy mumble, "Cold... mmm."
John smiled and pulled some of the covers to wrap around the both of them, cocooning them in a warm snuggle. It wasn't so cold anymore.